"Kill!"
With the command of the middle-aged man.
More than ten thousand Daoists charged forward.
Their long swords ford a sword array, instantly engulfing the three.
Even with the Eight-Foot Mirror for protection, it couldn't withstand their onslaught.
The sword qi was fierce, sweeping in all directions, slashing the sky and destroying the earth.
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man suddenly furrowed his brows.
Thunder wrapped around his hand as he reached toward the void.
In the next mont, the God of Ninjas appeared.
But his neck was already gripped tightly by the middle-aged man, the ferocious thunder making him tremble all over.
"A ninja, huh? Interesting, but not enough."
The middle-aged man clenched his hand forcefully.
With a crunching sound, he managed to crush the God of Ninjas' neck.
Thunder crackled and transford his body into ashes.
"No!!!"
The little audience of the film nation was completely in despair.
The God of Ninjas, the belief in their hearts!
Did he really die?
Killed so casually?
Countless people knelt in despair, feeling as if the sky was falling.
Is that person even human?
Is this the legendary cultivator?
Terrifying!
Absolutely terrifying.
"This thing is quite good."
A small bead appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, thunder flickering, refining the consciousness within. He handed the bead to Wang Hao:
"Take it and play."
"Thank you, Master."
Wang Hao bowed respectfully, looking at the ash-transford God of Ninjas, feeling heartbroken.
If he had killed him himself, he should have gained a lot of spiritual power, right?
What a pity, what a pity.
The battle below soon concluded as well.
The Yin Yang Master's light was shattered and his body was chopped into pieces, dead beyond dead.
The samurai lasted a bit longer, his blade fierce, cutting down many Daoists, but ultimately died exhausted, chopped into pulp.
"This blade and this mirror are acceptable, take them and play."
The middle-aged man handed the Yin Yang Master's mirror and the samurai's blade to Wang Hao, then returned to his coffin:
"The five thousand paper n below have an hour left; use them as you will. I am tired and must return."
"Disciple respectfully sees Master off."
Wang Hao bowed to the departing coffin.
Feeling a bit sorrowful, this parting was eternal.
His master had used his last breath.
"Yueyue, you must send my master back properly!"
Yes, the coffin was brought by Xiaoyueyue.
Previously, Wang Hao took Xiaoyueyue to Maoshan, leaving her with the master.
The master was his final trump card.
If he could handle the three, he'd settle it himself.
But it was ultimately too hard.
In desperation, he could only ssage Xiaoyueyue.
That was when Xiaoyueyue teleported over with the coffin and awakened his master.
After composing himself, Wang Hao inhaled so spiritual qi, amplifying his voice:
"Everyone, obey orders, leave the city, follow to kill the enemy."
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."
The people of the Settlent Camp were already boiling with passion.
Kill!
They wanted to cause an upheaval, seek revenge for grudges and grievances.
"Sword Control Technique."
In the sky, nurous flying knives appeared, numbering over ten thousand.
With a wave of Wang Hao's hand.
The flying knives bombarded the coalition army fiercely.
The sharpness of the Blade of Plunder was not sothing shields or ordinary crystal stone barriers could withstand.
In the intense bombardnt, countless people died.
For the already demoralized coalition army, the blow was devastating.
With over five thousand sword-wielding Daoists arriving, the strong of the Settlent Camp were like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
These five thousand Daoists were not ordinary people; they understood swordsmanship, capable of utilizing spiritual power.
A few forming an array were enough to counter Superpower Users.
One side surged with montum, the other was heartbroken.
The tide turned, victory was assured.
"This Wang Hao is quite brutal!"
Watching Wang Hao's rampant massacre through the big screen.
Whether Superpower Users or ordinary soldiers, even civilians, Wang Hao showed no rcy.
He crazyly unleashed spiritual power, consuming energy, even activating the Vajra Indestructible Body, charging into crowds like a mad dog, wildly slaughtering.
He's simply a human-shaped at grinder.
"Well, he's a native Su Jing person after all."
"Wang Hao's strength far exceeds our expectations, with such a formidable master. The Mao Mountain Shangqing Sect used to be a major cultivation sect.
There might be more hidden experts, perhaps we should support him."
"Is sothing wrong with your brain? After this battle, is it possible not to support? Don't just talk about our Yangtze River Delta Alliance."
"Several surrounding provinces might all flock to us afterwards."
"Now we have a backbone, the South can contend with the North."
...
Everyone exchanged words and reached a consensus.
Let Wang Hao beco the Southern King.
anwhile, Wang Hao was still engaged in a frenzied massacre.
Initially, he just wanted to do what he'd always wished for, chopping off the heads of these despicable traitors.
But as he continued to kill, he found it hard to stop.
His murderous intent grew stronger.
His emotions were being vented wildly.
He didn't want to suppress them, so he kept killing.
Today, he'd kill to his heart's content.
Slaughter all these dwarves.
The battle continued.
Heads rolled and rivers of blood flowed.
This attracted a large number of monsters.
For Wang Hao, these were things to replenish spiritual power and energy values.
Sword Control Technique, a large-scale golden thread cutting, frantically reaping the lives of monsters and dwarves.
By the end, even the Hua Country people were frightened.
It was terrifying.
Wang Hao usually seed gentle, like soone lying flat.
No one expected him to be so brutal when going berserk.
The battle lasted a day and a night.
Both countries surrendered unconditionally.
At the sa ti
Warships set out from the harbor one by one.
There were also cruise ships at sea, carrying many citizens from both countries.
These people must be left behind too.
.....
Modu First Settlent Camp, in the conference room
Wang Hao sat at the head seat.
The top officials of the Settlent Camp had gathered there.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with the citizens of both countries?"
Everyone looked at Wang Hao.
They now served Wang Hao, supporting him as the Southern King.
Wang Hao did not decline.
After everything he'd gone through, he had grown.
If he wished to lay flat without worries, he needed strength and influence.
"How to deal with them?"
Wang Hao frowned slightly and then said, "n, regardless of age, kill all of them, leave no one alive. This group is ambitious and must be exterminated."
"Kill all won over forty, leave none alive."
"The rest are demoted to prostitutes. The less desirable ones are sent to various military camps as military discipline, and the better ones are sold at a fixed price to the Phoenix Pavilion in various Settlent Camps."
"Hmm... For the most elite group, take so out to reward the warriors, let them each choose, and I'll take the rest, they will be of great use."
"This...."
Everyone exchanged glances.
"Isn't this a bit too cruel?"
An old man with white hair and glasses asked weakly.
Wang Hao raised his hand and shot a sharp beam, piercing through the old man's head instantly.
Everyone was shocked.
Unclear why Wang Hao suddenly killed soone.
"Your MD had many minor filmmakers before, already infiltrated. It seems, this ti they chose to land here, possibly due to insider connections?"
Wang Hao sneered coldly, scanning his gaze over everyone;
"It's the apocalypse now, we don't need experts without practical use anymore. The old guys without skill should step down, later, I'll arrange for specialized personnel to review and promote so talented individuals."
Everyone: ...
So agreed with Wang Hao, but so opposed him.
Those who opposed were the old guys without ability.
But even if they had many opinions in their hearts, they dared not voice them.
Wang Hao's strength was too powerful.
And now, he was almost a national hero.
He had the strong support of many.
Even if their entire family were killed, no one would dare say anything.
"Then, how about holding a big selection, picking 10,000 beauties, and then from them selecting the top 100."
"Give all these hundred to , surely you understand what this is about."
Wang Hao said calmly.
"Leave it to ."
A sowhat sleazy old man chuckled.
He had no other ability, but was extrely skilled at judging beauties.
Heroes have a hard ti resisting beautiful won, Wang Hao's thoughts were clear to him.
He vowed to handle this task exceptionally well.
Wang Hao looked at him, nodding in satisfaction.
Judging by his appearance, it was clear he was talented in this area.
His revenge against the filmmakers country was not over yet.
The people had been killed, but more should be found through won.
The the was comprehensive, multi-dinsional, revenge without blind spots.
It absolutely wasn't to satisfy his desires.
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